Chapter Twenty-Eight (Princess Persphone)

                                    

                                          
(Evening)
                          
"It would see that everyone is here but Padric." One of the Lords spoke with a huff.
                          
The council that was made up of the high ranking Lords and the royal family, has been waiting for the soon-to-be King to arrive. The tension in the room was rising with each passing second.
                          
"He will be here." I stated while I glared at the man, "He is the soon to be King."
                          
Just then, the doors opened, and Padric walked in. He was wearing a loose white shirt, loose brown pants with matching shoes. He had a small smile on his lips.
                          
"A King that can't show up on time," A Lord stated, "And can't dress correctly."
                          
Padric's smile disappeared and his eyes held disgust.
                          
"I had to.... Deal with some business." Padric looked at the throne, which was at the head of the table, and took the seat next to it.
                          
"Business that was more important then this meeting." An old Lord on my right stated. When he said that Padric's eyes flashed.
                          
"I'm here now, am I not?" Padric asked sarcastically as the doors opened to reveal Greyson. The guard was dressed in uniform and his hair was swept to the left.
                          
"So are you guarding?" The middle-aged Lord that sat on my left stated while slamming his fist down on the table.
                          
I then noticed that the youngest Lord at the table, who was around twenty years old, was looking at Greyson with a look of disgust and confusion. When I looked at Padric, I found him glaring at the young Lord, with hate in his eyes.
                          
"My guard follows me. That's what he is supposed to do Lewis." Padric's voice turned cold, "What is this meeting for?"
                          
"My King," The youngest Lord started, standing up, "While doing their daily rounds, my knights were attacked by a man wielding this weapon."
                          
The Lord then put a small, almost all silver, thing on the table. It had a small wooden handle that connected to the silver barrel-like thing.
                          
"The man called it a 'gun'. It's a new invention that's apparently arising in the South." The Lord then looked Greyson up and down in disgust, while Greyson did the same to him.
                          
I then looked back to Padric to see him glaring at the Lord with his fiat clenched.
                          
"Where is that man now?" The whole room turned towards Greyson, who had his arms crossed over his chest, "Huh? Where is he?"
                          
"He's dead."
                          
"How surprising." Greyson snorted while rolling his eyes.
                          
"Greyson, was it?" The Lord asked, with clear disdain in his voice.
                          
"Depends on who's asking."
                          
"Lord Brenner," The Lord stated, "Who promoted you to be in this council meeting?"
                          
"I don't believe that I understand the question." Greyson stated, I could tell that he wanted to say more, but was holding it back.
                          
"Who allowed someone as lowly as you to-"
                          
"Enough!" Padric shouted while slamming his fist on the table, making me jump, "Lord Brenner-"
                          
"Lord Brenner," I started to speak over my brother, "Keep your thoughts on who is in this council room to yourself and lets-"
                          
Just then the doors opened to reveal Jason, he went over to Greyson and grabbed his arm.
                          
"I'm going to borrow him." Jason stated, then walked out of the room, dragging Greyson behind him.
                          
Padrics eyes followed them out of the room as a snarl came to his lips. Lord Brenner, however, was looking at Padric with a smirk.
                          
"Let us get this over with." I stated as I sat back down and huffed, "Please."